Bluff
Picked it up but it's not enough
Guess I didn't say it loud enough
Qu'est-ce que c'est? Whole pound of bluff
Qu'est-ce que c'est? All kinds of stuff
Made my day, you phony fuck
Two peeled off when I pulled up
I fade away now pour me up
Fade away now throw it up
Got bands from under that table
Them hunnids still smell maple
Take a loss man it ain't fatal
We a long ways from that cradle
Still a long ways from that grave
And it ain't much I won't say
You better get up and get paid
You better get up and go play hey
Used to call this real money
But now this shit like chump change
Still make you boys look funny
Broke boy mag, he on the front page
Topic gon get real touchy
I fucked that hoe the first day
I hope yall boys get lucky man
I know yall feelin thirsty
Red lights still ain't stoppin me
Hit that corner properly
Swervin', sliding, constantly
Like my streets just all for me
Opps just can't stop watching me
Inside out like laundry
Spit y'all out like broccoli
Wish I could treat honestly, but
Way too much confusion
Why yall always act so stupid
Man it's way too much delusion
Yall ain't doin what I'm doin
Yall just wait til I get boomin'
Ima show yall how we do it
Just wait for my conclusion
I ain't through, man, I ain't through and I just
Picked it up but it's not enough
Guess I didn't say it loud enough
Qu'est-ce que c'est? Whole pound of bluff
Qu'est-ce que c'est? All kinds of stuff
Made my day, you phony fuck
Two peeled off when I pulled up
I fade away now pour me up
Fade away now throw it up
Guess I didn't say it loud enough
Qu'est-ce que c'est? Whole pound of bluff
Qu'est-ce que c'est? All kinds of stuff
Made my day, you phony fuck
Two peeled off when I pulled up
I fade away now pour me up
Fade away now throw it up
Got bands from under that table
Them hunnids still smell maple
Take a loss man it ain't fatal
We a long ways from that cradle
Still a long ways from that grave
And it ain't much I won't say
You better get up and get paid
You better get up and go play hey
Used to call this real money
But now this shit like chump change
Still make you boys look funny
Broke boy mag, he on the front page
Topic gon get real touchy
I fucked that hoe the first day
I hope yall boys get lucky man
I know yall feelin thirsty
Red lights still ain't stoppin me
Hit that corner properly
Swervin', sliding, constantly
Like my streets just all for me
Opps just can't stop watching me
Inside out like laundry
Spit y'all out like broccoli
Wish I could treat honestly, but
Way too much confusion
Why yall always act so stupid
Man it's way too much delusion
Yall ain't doin what I'm doin
Yall just wait til I get boomin'
Ima show yall how we do it
Just wait for my conclusion
I ain't through, man, I ain't through and I just
Picked it up but it's not enough
Guess I didn't say it loud enough
Qu'est-ce que c'est? Whole pound of bluff
Qu'est-ce que c'est? All kinds of stuff
Made my day, you phony fuck
Two peeled off when I pulled up
I fade away now pour me up
Fade away now throw it up
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Writer(s): Andrew Heinrich
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